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Updated: June 2, 2025
"Oh, a letter miss; I don't know what was in it, but it was a money transaction, as important as the Bank of England, and it was to be give to Miss Helma the very instant she come 'ome. Didn't you see it, miss, when you come in?" "No, I didn't," said Carrie promptly. "I saw no letter of any kind. Here's the blotter, there is nothing on it. It may have got between the folds, however."
And finally, at high noon, just as Ivra had known she would since early morning, Helma came, running through the forest, jumping the hedge, and gathering Ivra and Eric into her arms. They three knelt on the ground by the spring flowers embracing each other for a long, long minute. "Did you find the key to that gate?" Eric asked when his breath came back, "Or did they let you come at last."
She stayed on only long enough to see what Helma had brought in her bundles, and then started out for the farm, drawing her red cape closely about her this time, and not blowing much as she walked briskly to the gap in the hedge. Once through she disappeared quickly in the high drifting snow.
I didn't mean to stage any heart-throb piece, either; but it just happens that yesterday, when we pulls off the final act, Vee tells me that Helma is in the libr'y, playin' nurse and hairdresser to Aunty's chief pet, a big orange Persian that she calls Prince Hal. That's how Helma had won out with Aunty, you know, by makin' friends with the cat. "You tell her," says Vee.
Wild Star pointed him the shortest way, and off he ran, jumping the stream and the moss beds beyond, and disappearing into the underbrush. "I'll look for you next time the other side of the world!" Wild Star shouted after him. It was twilight when he reached home. Helma and Ivra were sitting on the door stone, hand in hand. They made room for Eric. But he did not snuggle up.
"Why don't they sit down on the grass to eat?" wondered the littlest Forest Child. "And why don't they wash their feet in the fountain? They look so very hot and walk as though it hurt!" "Sitting on the grass and washing their feet in the fountain is against the law there," Helma said. But neither Ivra nor the littlest Forest Child knew what "against the law" meant.
How he was to go, or how live when he got there he did not once think of that. Just that he was to go filled his whole mind. He forgot that he had said he would not go without Helma and Ivra. He did not think of them at all. He just lay still listening to the sea's command to go beyond and beyond.
Who can stop at home in spring-time? And we had been ice-bound so long!" "And now we're here," boasted Dan, "I'm going to swim across the sea to-morrow, or the next day!" "You're too little for that. Calm water is best, or little rushing streams," warned Sally. "What is it like across the sea?" asked Eric. "Another world?" "I'll tell you about it in the next story," promised Helma.
And there was their mother, the Helma Eric had first seen. "The garden now, we must see about that," she said in her old quiet way. Then they went out into the garden, and Helma began to plan just where there should plant seeds and just what must be done. The children clung to her hands, looking up into her face, and would not let her take a step away from them.
And I said, 'Is it like the Bank of England, miss? and she said, 'Yes, to be sure. Why, Miss Carrie, you have not gone and hid the letter, 'ave you? That would be real mean of you." "Look here," said Carrie; "what did you say about those violets?" "Why, she gave 'em to me, miss; she took 'em out of her cap, and she give 'em to me, and I was to give the letter to Miss Helma.
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